Christmas = family = insanity.

Every year i come out of christmas insisting that next year i'm spending it alone, and every year i always end up back at my mother's house with her and my two sisters. With screaming and shouting, with one sister constantly pestering me to entertain her, and the other sister constantly acting like she's so much better than everybody else. I love them all dearly, but they drive me nuts. I've been here since half two on the 20th and i'm already going crazy. I wanna go home. Back to my room where i'm not forced into chores, or socialising or anything else. To make things worse, when i'm here i have nowhere to escape to. My bed down here is the sofa, and my room is the living room. When things get too much i can't retreat anywhere. One of my resolutions for next year is to make some online friends in this town, so that when i do come down to visit, i'm not forced to spend every second of every day in this house. So i have somewhere i can bugger off to. Friends i can hang out with. Maybe these visits won't drive me quite so insane then.